Jeg er ret vild med Defunkt, og fandt i dag ud af, at det er alt for lang tid siden jeg har haft deres plader i rotation.

Defunkt er funk med attitude. I Dave Thompsons bog 'Funk', står Joseph Bowie for at beskrive gruppens stil som værende:

conscious[ness]-raising lyrics, a funky rhythmic approach, sinewy bass lines, metallic guitar [and] assaultive horns topped with maniacal vocals.

Kort og godt, punkfunk.

Alt hvad der har med rytmesektionen at gøre bliver meget fint ramt af Bowies beskrivelse af sit eget band, men de maniske vokaler er ikke bare maniske. Deres budskab (hvis der overhovedet er noget) er dybt surrealistiskt. Teksten til "Strangling me with your love", et af deres bedste numre, lyder f.eks. (nogenlunde) således:

You are strangling me with your love,
in your hotel room of permanent disorder,
I cried for help for open air,
you closed the window and I passed out,
between your walls
in your arms

I slept alone for many whole nights,
but one more minute and I will kill you,
you looked at me as if you had no eyes,
but when you touch me I have no skin

I made love to a photocopy,
and left your room in perfect order,
by leaning out of my window,
and travelling by ambulance

You are strangling me with your love,
said you choke me!
strangling me with your love,
say you choke me to death!
strangling me with your love
said you choke me!
strangling me with your love

You know that I love you
(gonna choke me to death)

Derefter fortsætter nummeret i fem minutter uden tekst, men godt med tønder, skræppende trombone og legesyg pedalbas. Jeg er vild med det nummer. Sommetider behøver tekster ikke være eksplicitte for at give mening.